Mahiru traced an arc through the air with his right hand.
Four seeds flew from his fingertips, not in straight lines-but in arcs. They traced four black trails through the air, approaching from different angles and heading in different directions, landing precisely around Zhiyan.
Four seeds, four positions, enclosing Zhiyan in the center.
Then they burst open simultaneously.
Just like the previous two seeds, they grew explosively, vines gushing out in an instant. But this time, they did not form a cage-they formed a larger, denser, thicker encirclement. The vines interwove, tangled, and piled atop one another, advancing toward the center from all four directions like four walls closing in.
In the stands, Satoru Gojo watched and shook his head, rolling the lollipop around in his mouth.
"Using the same move again? Is this guy from Kyoto Jujutsu High an idiot?"
His tone was full of disdain.
Then, just as Satoru Gojo had expected.
Before the vines could reach Zhiyan's body, they were shredded-by Wind Blade.
Zhiyan stood where he was, his hands hanging naturally at his sides. He did not even raise them. Yet countless transparent, blade-shaped ripples appeared in the air around him, almost invisible to the naked eye. They spread outward from him like invisible blades, slicing every approaching vine into pieces.
Fragments of vines danced through the air like green snow.
Mahiru watched his attack get effortlessly blocked without frowning or sighing.
Instead, the corners of his mouth curved upward.
Satoru Gojo's lollipop stopped at his lips.
"What's he smiling about?" he mumbled, a hint of confusion in his voice.
Wana did not answer. Her eyes remained fixed on the arena, but she unconsciously tightened her grip on her sleeve.
Suguru Geto's gaze shifted between Mahiru and Zhiyan. His instincts told him-something was wrong.
Then everything